Lost I my sweetheart on a bitter day
roving soulless with half a heart
Devoid of romance and in decay
with a single kiss the gloom departs.
Roving soulless like half a heart
consolation will never be!
With a single kiss the gloom departs
yet love flees from me.
Consolation will never be!
Like a broken glass of many hues
yet love flees from me
dispassionate suitors I refuse.
A broken glass of many hues
I hope to be reclaimed
dispassionate suitors I refuse
masculine company entertained.
I hope to be reclaimed
though affection is no game
masculine company entertained
rapture set aflame.
Though affection is no game
the rouge who will win my attentions
rapture set aflame
is one who can ease my tensions.
The rouge who can win my attentions
not the handsomest, but clever
is one who can ease my tensions
and become my cherished treasure.
Until then, consolation will never be!
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